Michael Caine, Sean Connery, Christopher Plummer, and Saeed Jaffrey, directed by John Huston, adapted from Rudyard Kipling
The two good friends decide that just for the hell of it, they'll conquer Kazakhstan, a remote kingdom on the other side of the Himalayans. Danny and Peachy are two brilliant creations, obviously because of what the actors bring to them, but also because they are the perfect embodiment for Eurocentric foolishness. They are guided by the modern-day equivalent of the Spanish Conquistadores' 3 Gs: gold, god, and glory.
So the ambitious pair trek across the mountains heavily confident that even though they'll be heavily outnumbered, they'll be able to unite everyone and be kings. The two find themselves overconfident and underqualified when they arrive, but for a short while, very lucky. After an arrow shot into Danny's (Connery) heart gets stopped by his armor, the primitive tribes start seeing him as a God, and things become very interesting for the pair.
Most of the film is presented as a flashback, as only one of the friends made it back alive. Interestingly, enough the survivor tells his story to a man credited as Rudyard Kipling (Plummer), who wrote the book, so the movie sort of comes around full circle there. Despite the irony of knowing how things turn out at the end, the movie still manages to stay unpredictable since we don't know exactly how things went wrong . I won't reveal that, but it has a little to do with their Euro-Imperialistic mindset I mentioned earlier.
At the end of the film I was glad that one of the two friends made it back so that we could've heard such a beautiful story about friendship, ambition and ultimately, greed. In the hands of John Huston, who's made a number of timeless cinematic pieces prior to this, the film sails.